“Sir, do you need a maid? I can do anything, my daughter is starving.” The woman stood beneath the awning outside my hotel, soaked by November rain, clutching a sleeping child against her chest.
I almost walked past her in the biting cold until she lifted her face, and the world simply stopped.
“Is that really you, Catherine?” I asked, my voice barely a tremor in the wind.
Her lips trembled as she looked at me, a dark bruise yellowing one cheek while her hair had been hacked short.
“Please, Samuel, do not react to me,” she whispered while clutching the child. “Your mother has people watching every corner of this city.”
My daughter stirred in her arms, a realization that hit me like a physical blow because she was clearly a year old, meaning Catherine had been pregnant when she vanished.
I opened the heavy hotel door and said loudly for the doorman to hear, “The kitchen may need some extra help tonight.”
I guided them through the lobby without touching her, even though every bone in my body screamed to hold them both against the cruelty of the past two years.
Upstairs, I locked the penthouse suite, closed the curtains, and dropped to my knees as Catherine finally placed the baby into my arms.
“Her name is Penelope,” she said, her eyes searching mine for a flicker of the man she used to know.
I had imagined this moment in endless nightmares, picturing Catherine dead in a river or buried under a false name in some distant, unreachable place.
My mother, Daria, had arranged a hollow funeral after the police found Catherine’s burned car and a dental report confirming that she had perished inside.
She had held me while I shattered into pieces, never knowing that the woman I loved was being held in a private estate outside of town.
“She kidnapped me the night of the gala,” Catherine explained, her voice gaining strength as she sat on the velvet sofa.
“Your mother paid Dr. Weston to forge the dental records to keep me hidden,” she continued.
“When she learned I was pregnant with Penelope, she said the baby would make the inheritance far too complicated for her liking.”
I stared at Penelope’s tiny, sleeping face and felt a cold fire ignite in my chest.
“Why would she go to such lengths?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.
